Records
December, 1955
The Roma in New York City (3rd Ave., between 46th and 47th) is barely the size of two commemorative stamps laid end to end, but there's still room enough for "Mr. Paul" Christi to hustle heavenly spaghetti and linguine in white clam sauce over to your table. Music floats in over a beat-up radio that was old when Garibaldi was a boy, and plays nothing but Rossini. Out back, Mama Christi labors lovingly with Veal Scallopine Marsala, which is simple enough in the writing: dredge two cutle...
